Are you still talking to
All of those dead film stars like you used to?
And are you still thinking of
All of those pretty rhymes and perfect crimes like you used to?

And if you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Why should I kill you like you asked me to?
If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Oh, would I kill you?
You told me to but I really don't want to

I remember every single thing you said to me
You played the man and I was Calvary
And you said, ah, you said
New love grows on trees
New love grows on trees
New love grows
New love grows on trees
If you please and if you don't please

That makes perfect nonsense to me
As the price of being free these days
It's ridiculous

You still shaking out
All like the dead wood from your bed love like you used to
Well, times don't change and you still thinking of love
All of those perfect rhymes for love divine?
You really don't have to

If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Oh, should I kill you like you asked me to?
If you're still alive
When you're twenty five
Should I kill you?
You told me to but I really don't want to

I remember every single thing you said to me
You played the man and I was Calvary
And you said new love grows on trees
New love grows on trees
New love grows, oh
New love grow on trees